Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.
Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.